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May. 26th, 2005 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onemuseleftI went out for the evening with Diane and Shelby and when I came back, I could see that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serafaina had been by.
Now, apparently thwarted in her efforts to get me to part with bodily fluids this morning, she and Elaine have embarked on a new quest: Eating my brains.
The little diagram they left of their intentions was quite tasteful, featuring a zombie (complete with sound effects) shuffling along in pursuit of a floating blob-thingy labelled "I.B. Brains." The Zombie himself was shouting "I AM ZOMBIE" - in all capslock nonetheless - indicating that he felt good about being a zombie. Which is good, because unhappy zombies are nobody's friend.
serafaina had been by.Now, apparently thwarted in her efforts to get me to part with bodily fluids this morning, she and Elaine have embarked on a new quest: Eating my brains.
The little diagram they left of their intentions was quite tasteful, featuring a zombie (complete with sound effects) shuffling along in pursuit of a floating blob-thingy labelled "I.B. Brains." The Zombie himself was shouting "I AM ZOMBIE" - in all capslock nonetheless - indicating that he felt good about being a zombie. Which is good, because unhappy zombies are nobody's friend.
